It’s odd, the thoughts that haunt. . . Do I make you proud? Or is shame upon your eyes. Does your smile brighten the heavens; or are you frowning, watching me drowning, where I think I’m swimming, winning, some would say sinning? Where are you? I reach out, feeling for your touch, I look, I search, On butterfly wings and floral scents, then the radio plays our song, and still I’m left to wonder, am I right or am I wrong.
This was my first ever poem on my blog back in September 2012, I was in my fifth year of study toward my English degree and about to embark on the creative writing and advanced creative writing modules and we were advised we needed writing outlet such as a blog……hmmm…that’s where I became a poet .
What if karma, destiny and fate are all fake desires dressed up in the giuse of hope, but what if they are not.
What if our paths were always destined, our distance mapped out in the stars that guide us.
What if I am simply a good memory among so many bad ones, a memory designed to offer you hope.
What if that was always to be my purpose.
What if things had been different, I had been stronger, fought for my love, stood tall and confident, demanded to be seen and heard…would things be different?
What if all along, we were just meant to play cards in that old, battered, Black and White house.